"Copy that," Tundra replied. He was clearly unafraid of whatever type of zombie was coming to them.
"I guess it's time for something heavier."
Tundra stood on a steel platform overlooking the main trench line.
In just a few moments, he gave his command.
"Frontline squad, maintain your throw rhythm! Keep the bombs rolling! Don't waste your spirit energy unless you're sure of the hit!"
Below him, hundreds of survivors from Blood Talon fighters and Eclipse Revenant reinforcements hurled strange metal spheres and stones at the advancing horde.
Each rock, each shard, each simple object had been touched by Tundra himself, planted an invisible bomb waiting for activation.
The moment they hit the ground, the bombs were triggered!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Just like that, columns of flame and dust burst in sequence...
The battlefield was soon filled with dust, blood, and the flesh of the Zombies.
